Page 5 of Towles

“Do you have other family, Towles?” Hurley moved around the tables. “I can call them if you like.”

“No. I’m good. I can take care of everything.” I moved the sheets back over Mom’s and Dad’s heads. I laid a hand on each, wishing it was a dream. “They were shot point-blank. It was an execution.” I looked to Hurley for confirmation.

“Yes.” Hurley put her hand on mine, and I knocked it away. She let out a yipe and stepped back. I reached forward, but she backed away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“We’ll keep the bodies here while you make arrangements. Barn’s Funeral Home does a fine job.” She stepped out of my way. Any other time, I’d find a tall redhead with perfectly shaded green eyes beautiful. But standing there, next to my parents, I decided society was ugly. You better fuck the world before it fucks you because it keeps no prisoners. No way. Life doesn’t have time for detainees. It wants to bend you over and spread your ass cheeks, fucking you with a baseball bat.

“I can get someone,” Hurley said. “We have a Pastor in the chapel.”

I left the morgue and stopped at the elevator, head spinning, anger rising. Maybe the nurse with the skull tramp stamp would be on the elevator. I needed to either fuck a woman or kill a man. Both, if possible.

The doors opened, and the tramp stamp nurse smiled. “I never got off,” she said. I was going to change that.

“You held the fucking elevator down here?” I chuckled and stepped on. Dr. Redhead watched us as the door closed. “Well, Sarah, with an h.” I stopped the elevator and backed her into the corner.

“I know what you like.”

“That right?”

Sarah dropped her scrubs and faced the corner like a girl in trouble. She lowered her thong, ass plump and delicious. She had a series of freckles on her left ass cheek that looked like the big dipper. It made me chuckle before I rammed my dick into her pussy.

“Is that what we like?” I asked.

Sarah let her hair down from the bun atop her head, and I grabbed two handfuls, pulling back hard each time I surged forward. I dropped a hand to her ass and smacked.

“Fuck, yeah!” Sarah pushed back against me. I smack her other ass cheek, and she screamed. “Hell, yeah!”

For the next few minutes, with my dead parents not far away, I fucked Sarah around the small elevator, her hands grasping at the rail.

“Juicy little piece,” I said as she creamed my dick.

“Fuck it, cowboy,” she said, and I stopped.

“Cowboy? What the fuck? Do I look like a fucking cowboy?” I pulled out earlier than I’d planned and stepped away, my wet cock dripping pussy juice.

“Why’d you stop? Put it back in!” She looked genuinely shocked.

“I’m not a fucking cowboy, Sarah, with an h.” I started to zip, but she knocked my hands away.

“Well, you don’t talk like a filthy biker,” she got on her knees and began licking her juice from my cock.

“I talk like a cowboy?” It was getting fucking worse. I’d graduated from Stanford, not the University of Arkansas.

“Just let me finish, please.” She slurped and sucked for the next five minutes, my hand on the back of her head helping out. I gave her what she wanted, and she took four long swallows.

I hit the button again, and the elevator began. I still needed to kill a man.

“Shit,” Sarah yelled. She wiped come from her chin and stood. “Couldn’t you give me a minute?” She tugged on her scrubs, and the door opened.

“Towles,” Sheriff Manning said. He looked from me to Sarah. “Someone reported screams.”

“My parents were executed, Manning.” I let Sarah off the elevator and then stepped forward. “You and your men should be out finding the assholes who killed them, not standing around here, waiting for me to fuck up.”

Manning shook his head. “The investigation is still ongoing.”

I walked away.

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